After I got home early that morning, I went straight to one of the guestrooms. I hadn't seen Titus nor did I want to. I just wanted to go and sleep and forget that everything, with the exception of making love to Enrique, happened.

I had no intention of sleeping with him to get back at Titus, or that was what I continuously tried to tell myself, but I knew that I did it for myself, because I needed to feel him in me if it was just for one more time.

When I went to his house a few days after, I realised that a selfish part of me wanted him to still be upset, possibly proclaim his everlasting love for me, but I knew that that wouldn't happen and it couldn't. 

Now here I was, in the same guest bedroom sipping a glass a champagne as I searched his name up on every social app that there was. 

A decade ago, he was never one to use any form of social media, in fact, he hated photos, which I never understood since he was so handsome. But now, as I searched his name on Instagram, sure that nothing would show up, his handsome face popped up which caused me to put the glass of drink on the table next to me. 

There was only one account for him, and as I scrolled through the pictures, it was more so about symptoms of particular diseases and photos of little kids with rare disorders with donation links in the caption, rather than any photos of him. The ones that did include him, was because he was with another family, always including a patient in the hospital gown and UV stand next to them.

I hummed and took another sip of the champagne that I retrieved from the bedside table again. I choked on the exact same liquid as I looked at his followers count.

He had over 3 million followers. What kind of damn doctor has 3 million followers on Instagram? I had to blink twice to ensure that I saw right. I scoffed and shook my head and slammed the laptop closed. 

After releasing a long sigh and running my hands through my hair, I leave the room. I still hadn't seen Titus. He was gone before I awoke and was here after I feel asleep. I knew when we were both up and in the house together but by it was so ridiculously big, we never saw each other.

I was sure that he was avoiding me, which was definitely out of character for him. He usually wouldn't give a shit if I caught him with something like this.

As I was walking to the kitchen, my phone begins to vibrate against my thigh.

Without looking at the called ID, I answer the phone. "Hello?" I answer as I lean over the kitchen counter.

"Yes, am I speaking to Mrs. Sievers?" The lady on the next line asks in a soft, elderly voice.

My brows furrow, "Yes, this is she."

She releases a breath, "Yes, well, I'm calling from Trinity's Hospital and I just want to call you to inform you that your results are in; from your test?" She speaks.

My heart thumps against my chest, "Um..." I stumble a bit, my throat growing dry. "And?"

"The doctor that did the test, Dr. Romano? He asks that you come down to hear the results personally." Her voice sounded nonchalantly but gentle, almost pitiful.

I find myself growing agitated, "I'm sorry, but can't you just tell me over the phone?" I didn't feel like going all the way over to the hospital. I was no nervous and anxious that I was sure that I would, unfortunately, have to let one of Titus' drivers escort me.

"Unfortunately, ma'am, I'm not aware of the outcome of your results, I'm just delivering the message that Dr. Romano asked me to," She says solemnly.

I ensure to release a sigh of inconvenience at the situation, before speaking, "Yes, I'll be down in an hour." 

After thanking me for understanding, she hangs up, leaving me to rests my head in my hands, my mind swarming with the worst of thoughts.

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"Hey, um... I'm here to see Dr. Romano?" I speak softly as I look all around me as if someone was watching me. 

My first initial thought was to call Jenny so that I would have someone to console with if the results didn't go in my favour. However, today was one of those rare days that Ryan took off from work, and I knew that Jenny cherished the alone time that she had with him, especially since all of the kids were either at day care or school. 

I didn't want to disturb her, especially knowing that she'd run to my rescue without any hesitation.

The nurse in the blue scrubs looks up at me, "Ahh, yes, Mrs. Sievers?" She questions. She had blonde hair and a very large and distinctive birthmark on her left cheek. From the recognition in her voice, I'd assume that she was the one that I spoke to on the phone less than an hour ago, but she looks to be in her late 20's, and the lady I spoke to sounded elderly.

I nod my head when she calls my name. She smiles before looking down at the phone and dialing a few numbers and speaking for a while before craning her head back to face me, "Dr. Romano should just be a second, you can have a seat if you'd like—" She gestures behind me. "But he should be here soon so it wouldn't really be—" She stops herself as she looks behind me and suddenly smiles with tight lips.

I turn around slowly to behold Enrique walking towards me, his long, white lab coat flowing behind him as he stalks his way towards my direction. It was almost as if he was walking in slow motion, his hair flopping above his forehead, his strides long and hard, his lips in the perfect straight line, a blue flip-chart hanging between his fingers, and his eyes focused only on me.

When he was close enough, close enough to lean towards the nurse— and make her flustered— to hand her to chart, I whispered so only he could hear, "Well that was quick," I cleared my throat as I fix the dress on my body.

He discreetly leans closer towards my ear and doesn't miss a beat, "Leaving something as precious as you to stand here for a long time should be a crime, sí?" He clarifies.

I refrain the urge from rolling my eyes, humming in conjecture with a small smile on my lips, "You probably thought that was smooth," I say briskly as we both begin to walk away. 

He doesn't fumble like I'd hope, in fact, he chuckles deeply while looking at the beeper that just went off in his hand, "Then why are you blushing?" He states matter-of-factly.

My eyes widen and I feel my cheeks, discovering that they were, in fact, heated. I blush even darker at the revelation.

He struggles not to laugh, directing me inside a room that was surrounded by glass, "Shut up," I mumble.

As we enter the room, I'm completely surprised that I can see everything of what was happening outside, but yet coming towards the room, I could only gaze upon a reflection of myself, a chubby looking one, may I add.

"Anyway," My nervousness reappears. "So... what..." I don't need to continue for him to be aware on what I was talking about. 

His facial expression changes, his head dropping down as he situates himself on the corner of his desk, me sitting directly in front of him in a chair. "Yes, yes," He says softly before he swallows.

I clutch my bag tighter as I hold my breath. Why was he staring at me like that? I knew it was bad news, it had to be bad news. "About the results..." He pauses as he finally looks me in the eye again. "My guys in radiology— they..."

 He swallows. 

I close my eyes tightly. "They say it's clear."

My eyes snap open, my heart still pumping heavily in my chest. There was a new expression on Enrique's face this time around. His head was still hanging low, but he was staring at me through his eyelashes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

My lips part as I start to breathe heavily, my breaths coming out in short pants, grasping for air. When Enrique sees me, he leans forward, now worried, hands flying out to grab my shoulders. When he was close enough, I grab the strap of my purse, and fling it to hit his head and shoulders twice.

Enrique's hands fly up to soften to blow of my bag's contents against his person, "Ow! What the fuck, Miah!" He sneers as he finally stares up at me. "What was that for?" He rubs the side of his neck.

Now fully out of my seat, I scowl at him "'What the fuck, Miah' ? Is that all you have to say?" I shout as I rise from my seat, my body now level with his. 

"What do you expect me to say?" That stupid smile was back on his face again.

My nostrils flare unattractively, "You call me down here, with that stupid pitiful look on your face and those sad eyes, just to tell me that I don't have breast cancer?" I yell.

He cracks his knuckles, thinking for a second, "Hm," He starts, almost as if he now gets the point that I was trying to make. "Well... yes— and to tell you what it really was and why you had to relevant symptoms."

His back straightens and his voice deepens as he goes into professional mode, ready to explain, "They said that it was a minor cyst. Now these things usually disappear on their own, which is why—" He continued to speak, calling terms and names that I didn't understand as I stared at him.

My mind blanked for a long minute; so much that I could only hear the ringing in my ears. I saw Enrique's perfect lips moving, his hands moving explicitly as he explains the cause of the pain in my breasts. 

I suddenly felt my breathing slowing, and I could finally hear Enrique's soothing voice in my ears again, a large smile tugging at my lips. I choke out an unexpected laugh, lunging my body forward to swing my arms around his neck in a hug.

I didn't have breast cancer.

My unexpected motion causes Enrique to lean back towards his desk, his stance fumbling before he takes a subconscious hand and holds onto the base of my neck to hold me against his body and steady himself.

I feel him at a stand still, unsure of what to do with his other hand that was limp at his side as I bury my head in my chest, but I didn't care. I sigh contently into the material of his dress shirt that was peaking from between his coat.

I finally feel him relax against me, his other hand swooping around me to hold me closer to his body. I clutch onto the clothing on his back, squashing my cheek closer to him and inhaling his scent as he rests his chin on top of my head.

It felt like forever that we were standing there but it was just for a short moment. I finally pulled away, only so much that I could stare up at him, while still being in his arms.

Still with a large smile on my face, I read myself to thank him for everything that he's done to help me through the process. How he distracted me during the tests— how he got a rush on the results, knowing that I wouldn't be able to go another day without dying of anxiety if I didn't know the truth— were all the reasons that I was able to make it here today.

However, my smile slowly falters when I see Enrique staring down at me, his expression not so light, with a wild heat swirling in his eyes.

I swallow; loudly. I see his face leaning closer, painstakingly closer, and I don't stop him, nor do I pull back, even as his lips are mashed against mine and I am pulled closer towards his body by my hips.

I don't think as I wrap my arms around his neck and thread my fingers through his hair to pull him closer towards me, tilting my head to the side so that I could kiss him deeper, wanting to taste and take all that he had to offer. 

I'm suddenly spun around until Enrique wasn't the one leaning against the corner of the desk anymore, but instead it was me. He grabs me under the back of one of my thighs and raises it in the air so that I was forced to slide back against the surface of the desk, his fingers knotting in my hair.

Thank God I left it open today.

My neck cranes towards the ceiling when he suddenly trails his lips down to my neck. God, I loved his lips on my neck. 

When I feel his hands snack up my thigh and to the edge of my underwear, my senses come flying back and I push him away, looking down at myself on the desk as I wait for my breath to deescalate back to normal.

I jump off of the desk in a hurry, fixing my attire, "Um— I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," I clarified, resting a hand on my chest as I grab my purse that slid from the chair and to the floor.

Enrique swipes his thumb against his bottom lip before placing it between his lips and speaking, "You're sorry? I'm not," He says nonchalantly.

I pause when I see him staring at me, that same damned heated gaze in his eyes, "For Christ's Sake, stop looking at me like that," I murmur disapprovingly as I dig through my purse for my phone.

He ignores my statement and grabs me by the arm, pulling me closer to his body once again, "Come by my place Friday night," He whispers, his breath fanning my face.

I yank away from him, "To do what exactly?" He goes to sit once again on the corner of his desk, folding his arms across his chest, waiting as if he wanted me to answer my own question. I huff, "You are unbelievable. Seriously? You scold me for having sex with you and now you want to have sex again?" I whisper-shout.

"You can talk up, you know," He starts amusedly. "I can fuck you right now and no one would hear, provided you do tend to be a bit noisy." I gasp.

"I am not noisy," I say in disgusts.

He hums as if he is finding it hard to believe me, "Pretty sure you are," He walks closer to me, leaning down to whisper close to my face, his hands coming between our bodies and moving in the air to highlight his point, "Especially when I do that thing with my tongue—"

I step away from him, "Okay! I'm leaving now," I interrupt.

He laughs loudly for a long second before his voice shouts after me seriously from my journey to the door, "And I wasn't scolding you because you had sex with me," He walks closer again. "I did it because you had sex with me to get even with your husband," I try to deny it but he stops me by raising his hand. "Come over Friday because you want to," He finally reaches me as he says this softly.

I try to get words to form from my mouth but I just— can't. I open and close my lips, my body finally relaxing as I say the words, "I'm sorry, Enrique, I can't."

With that, I leave his office. 

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~TheOfficalSinner

Sorry for the late update but I got news that I got a Grade II in CSEC Biology so I was relaxing with joy :)

Caribbean people would know what I mean.